Edward Rousey and Mike Doland were hiking in Six Rivers Forest. Suddenly, everything around them got eerily quiet. No birds chirped. Not a single bug buzzed around. Even the light breeze seemed to die down.

Mike jumped when he heard a loud rustling to their left. Just as Ed stepped toward the noise, both men froze when they heard twigs snapping behind them. They feared they were surrounded. That is when they smelled it.

Or they smelled it before they heard it. A rancid stench that was part rotten eggs, onion, and the worst acid smell they ever smelled. It was clear that just a few feet away from them a Bigfoot had just relieved itself.

The two men slowly backed away, creeping back along the path they had just hiked. While the idea of catching a glimpse of a Bigfoot or gathering some scat was really appealing to them, the stench was overpowering. Both agreed it was close to getting pepper sprayed.